[se] wild in the silence

maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane

"My answer to that question thus far has been no. For a year, its been no." Running his tongue across the top of his mouth and sinking into the dissociation that too easily comes when he lets his eyes go unfocused, Remi snaps himself back into reality with a sharp inhale. "But something someone said recently has made me question that."

Grinning at the thought, the Alchemist shrugs mischeviously at the Spyglass. "Maybe." He said, looking roguish and full of bad-ideas. "Maybe not." Their free-pass notwithstanding, it would likely depend on what sort of mood Ronin was in when the idea was pitched that would determine the outcome. A good mood and his trouble-maker tendencacies might just be peaked. A bad mood and it was probably Remi who wouldn't hear the end of it, rather than Finn.

Considering Finn's response, now treating what was merely a hypothetical as some sort of challenge, schools his face into a neutral expression. He lets his lips turn down just so that he appears sad and thougthful despite there being no obvious traces of either. "You forget that I hid who I was for more than a decade." Remi reminds him. "As for not being well-liked, I have experience with that as well."

Laughing under his breath, the Alchemist shook his head. Reaching into his back pocket he placed a real pair of glasses on his face. Carefully pressing them against his nose with the infinite care he's seen Finn demonstrate, Remi looks through a wet curtain of curls into blue eyes that now match his own.

THE ALCHEMIST

maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing